hello mr. wrong, this is mrs. right, by Mary Magdalene
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ever taken a second
to compare and contrast
and then you're left
in the dirt
on your ass
cause she's just going
to keep on walking
no more talking
it's useless on her
she's not fucking
listening
do you think that she
gives a fuck
about your flower?
you wanted so badly
for her to have it
in the end it won't
mean shit
it's fucking wilted
half the pedals gone
and you think it's
fucking worthy?
first of all,
you're like
one hundred and three
years old
and second,
even if you could
manage such a woman
in bed
she's only end up laughing
with a gun
against your
head |
Posted: 2008-06-22 21:44:35 UTC |
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